Thursday, July 26, 2007

Eenie Meenie

Sometimes I do sexy things for my husband.

But sometimes I am putting rose petals in a trail to the bedroom and I'm wearing super high heels and he walks in the door so I run to hide because it's a surprise but I trip and fall flailing on the floor and hurt myself. That's not as sexy as the original idea.

Eenie Meenie

Sometimes I do sexy things for my husband.

But sometimes I am putting rose petals in a trail to the bedroom and I'm wearing super high heels and he walks in the door so I run to hide because it's a surprise but I trip* and fall flailing on the floor and hurt myself. That's not as sexy as the original idea.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

I'm Sorry (Or Am I?)

It was my son who boo'd at your wedding. I guess even little kids know when people are faking it. I pretended to be horrified and I admonished him. But truthfully I was impressed at his comprehension of what a ridiculous joke it was.

I'm Sorry (or am I?)

It was my son who boo'd at your wedding. I guess even little kids know when people are faking it. I pretended to be horrified and I admonished him. But truthfully I was impressed at his comprehension of what a ridiculous joke it was.

Wrap It Up And Put It In Your Bonnet ...

So I haven't written much lately.

I need to write.

I feel like I have a lot to say, even if no one listens.
About love, and the craziness that ensues.
About convincing yourself to love people because you think you don't deserve anything good.
About pretending.
About mistakes.
About friendships.
About healing.
About becoming yourself.
About the little boy that kept me going, and the extraordinary man he is becoming.
And about finally finding real love.